Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Stayed on another hill.

The impact point of the shell was found.

Here, it has long been burnt to a scorched black.

What's scary is that the nearby trees and branches are all swaying.

Although the trunk did not show the slightest trace of being destroyed, the steel balls sputtered out were embedded in the tree, and it was riddled with holes.

Look at the lethality.

Zhang Mao was a little confused.

What...what's the situation?

Can this thing still bloom?

During the Hongzhi Dynasty, flowering bombs did not appear, but in later generations, archaeologists excavated some flowering bombs from the late Ming Dynasty in Inner Mongolia. This thing is a small round hole protruding from the surface of the sphere, and then passed through the small hole. Inserting a "twister" to detonate is different from the early Western flowering bombs.

Fang Jifan's idea actually lies in this. He'd seen it in a museum before, and it was kind of rough. Because black powder is difficult to explode shells, people thought of a way, that is, deliberately leave a relatively thin place near the powder twist, because the position of the powder twist is the position of the muzzle, so when the shell is fired, it will not It exploded immediately, but once the gunpowder in the shell starts to expand, this weak spot will be exploded quickly, and the steel balls inside will fly out along the 'broken embankment' in an instant.

When the gunpowder splashes out, because the temperature rises rapidly, flames may even be sprayed out. This flame is very likely to cause a fire.

Adding flames to steel balls, no, the cost of steel balls is a little higher. In fact, these things are iron balls, and even many iron balls are still rusty. The more rusty iron balls are, the more powerful they are. After entering the human body, the rusty iron beads will cause the "carbuncle" disease in the human body. In this era when there is no treatment for tetanus, people who get "carbuncle" are basically certain to die.

What's worse is that when the rusty iron balls are injected into the human body, they will not die immediately. That is to say, the injured will continue to consume the enemy's rations, and because the carbuncle gradually begins to break out, it will cause the enemy to die. The army is a huge burden, with so many incurable diseases, if you discard them, it will inevitably lead to low morale. Everyone is sad, if you don't give up on them, let them consume your food and herbs, Even slowing down your marching speed, this...is a pit.

In addition, the cannonballs are actually made of copper. Copper is relatively soft and not as hard as steel. When it is fired, it will be slightly deformed due to the rifling. As a result, the mouth of the cannonball cracked slightly, and some copper skin splashed out, and it was also shot into the tree trunk.

Of course, Zhang Mao couldn't think about so much. He tried his best to dig out an iron ball from the tree trunk. After careful observation, he couldn't help being speechless. The iron pillar penetrated half an inch into the tree trunk. Nearby, there is almost no grass growing.

High accuracy, long shot, and full of power.

Those tiger crouching cannons are simply waste products.

Zhang Mao thought of the time when he was stuffed into the mouth of a tiger crouching cannon by his late father when he was a baby. These deeds, because they were too legendary, have always been circulated in the Beijing camp. General Zhang Fu's military deeds will always bring this matter up to prove how the king of Dingxing County taught his son well during his lifetime.

Obviously, the cannon couldn't fit the child, which made Zhang Mao sigh with emotion. If the cannons are like this in the future, wouldn't it be the lack of traditional military culture? The old man still wants to hold his grandson and stuff it into the muzzle of the cannon for education. The cannon muzzle is a bit small, so it won't fit.

It's very distressing, people's hearts are not old, and traditional culture is so missing.

call……

Zhang Mao's face was flushed immediately, he looked at the crown prince and Fang Jifan, and stretched out his hand: "Who made it according to the blueprint?"

Fang Jifan pointed at Zhang Weiyu.

Zhang Mao's eyes lit up, he stepped forward, and slapped Zhang Weiyu on the shoulder: "Wang Gongchang couldn't be made by so many people, so you made it, not only because of Ji Fan, but also... The credit is indispensable, old man... this old man will go back and report, now go back and report..."

Zhang Mao danced excitedly: "Wait, Your Majesty will be delighted when he sees this thing, and he will be extremely happy. At that time, he will reward you all."

Great rewards.

Zhang Weiyu was busy scratching his head. As the most handsome person in the Zhang family, he showed a modest smile: "I should serve you...it's a matter of course..."

Zhang Heling's eyes straightened a little, and then his eyeballs started to roll, big reward? He was happy, and laughed: "My dear nephew, uncle is really happy for you."

Before Zhang Weiyu could react, Zhang Heling rushed forward and hugged Zhang Weiyu: "Nephew, uncle has been at sea for so many years, and he misses you every day. How is your mother doing?"

But Zhang Mao couldn't care about this anymore. It was a little dark, so he had to go back quickly to return to his orders, took a few iron beads, and left in a hurry.

"It's not good, it's not good." Someone yelled: "There was a cow grazing here. Unexpectedly, unfortunately, it was bombed by mistake. It limped and ran for three miles dripping with blood. He was exhausted and fell to the ground."

Zhu Houzhao yelled: "It's too pitiful. Why don't you drag the cow back quickly? Do you have the heart to let the cow die in the wilderness? A son of a bitch, Liu Banban..."

Zhang Yong was on the side, grinning, and when he heard His Highness called Liu Banban again, his heart was a little cold, and he looked like he was in pain, and he covered his heart: "Your Highness..."

Seeing that it was Zhang Yong again, Zhu Houzhao suddenly thought

Think Liu Jin is really dead.

Obviously when I was in Nanchang, I didn't feel much, but now, I feel a little empty in my heart.

He kicked Zhang Yong fiercely: "Dog, go back and inform Mr. Wen to help him dispose of the dead cow. Whoever fired the cannon will pay for his life and money for killing a cow!" "

Everyone looked at Zhu Houzhao.

Zhu Houzhao rubbed his nose: "Bengong actually remembered, this time, it was Bengong who went back."

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Zhang Mao excitedly returned to the capital, but it was already dark and the Forbidden City was sealed off. Zhang Mao was so excited that all he could think about was the cannon. With that cannon, it would be great. The old man will lead troops to sweep across the desert , use this cannon to hit his mother's Tartars, one hit at a time, and keep them crying. "

Xiao Fang still has a lot of methods. Apart from not being able to sacrifice, he is really much better than Lao Tzu.

It's a pity that I won't be able to see His Majesty tonight, so I have to be patient and wait until tomorrow morning to enter the palace.

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Chen Ergou also followed a group of colleagues from Xishan to the capital. They planned to stay in the capital for a few days to share their brotherhood, and then go home again. Afterwards, they might be preparing to go to Tianjin Wei to gather at any time. Ready to go to sea.

Now that they have decided to go to sea, they naturally cherish the time on land.

A group of people have money, so naturally they live in the best inn, and they are going to drink. Naturally, some people suggest that they want to do some indescribable things.

Sailors and sailors are the most unscrupulous. This is completely different from Fang Jifan who keeps himself clean. After all, not everyone can get rid of vulgar tastes.

But after a short rest in the inn, a group of people were still holding cans in their hands. Suddenly, someone felt a little hungry and couldn't help taking out the cans: "Why don't you try this thing?"

Yes, in the future, these things will be brought to sea. They will be the rations of future sailors.

Then try it.

Without further ado, Chen Ergou took out a can. The glass jar contained Sydney pears. The skin of the pears had already been peeled off, and they looked good. He tried his best to remove the sealed cork. Suddenly, a pear fragrance wafted out.

Everyone leaned their heads together, looking at the Sydney soaked in sugar water,

"Come, come, brothers, take your chopsticks, let's taste it together."

I ate a lot of beef at noon, and my stomach was a little greasy. When Chen Ergou gave an order, everyone became impolite, ordered people to go to the clerk, fetched several pairs of chopsticks, and brought a few bowls, and shared a piece for each of them. Sydney, pour some soup into the bowl.

Chen Ergou took the Sydney pear, took a bite, and suddenly...a sweet taste filled his taste buds.

This... the pears in the can are actually much sweeter than the ones I usually eat.

Chen Ergou has never eaten anything good. In this life, he felt that the beef at noon was a pleasure to eat, but now... After eating this pear, he feels comfortable all over: "It's so sweet."

"This soup is also sweet and delicious."

Someone drank the soup.

Chen Ergou hurriedly picked up the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp.

In a short while, a jar of canned pears was eaten up by everyone.

"Even if you don't go to sea, you won't be able to eat this stuff in normal times." Chen Ergou said with emotion: "Now, let's take this with us when we go out to sea in the future. We really don't have to worry about eating and drinking."

"Do you want to try that canned beef?" Someone asked cautiously.

"I won't try..." Chen Ergou stuffed the can back like a baby. It's better to bring this stuff back to the children to eat, so that they can see the world.

At this moment, everyone was smiling.

Feeling very comfortable, someone joked: "Even if it's for this can, it doesn't matter if we go to sea."

Chen Ergou is happy, this is really a good day, as long as there is enough food, drink and supplies, he even thinks that going to sea is no longer a matter of suffering. Good thing eating canned.

The sky is getting dark, and in the early spring, the lights of thousands of houses are lit up one after another.

In the cold capital, Chen Ergou and others have just begun their life at night, followed by laughter and sweet singing, and from time to time, haha Laughter.

But at this time, Zhang Mao hadn't slept all night, and he was pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back.

"My lord, I'm going to the ancestral mausoleum tomorrow, and my lord isn't sleeping yet? Don't waste your time."

"I won't go." Zhang Mao shook his head and answered firmly.

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